After P took me out for a night on the town in Nancy (we agreed that Place Stanlislas at night is the most beautiful plaza in all of Europe), we had a beautiful breakfast with his parents and set off to Deutschland.
Three countries in two days? It’s all too much.
Every time I opened my mouth to speak in French, the realization that I should be speaking German hit me. I didn’t even know how to say excuse me! What a terrible, terrible tourist I am.
Because my lovely host is only half skinny French man, and other half German, he and his family love to head over to Germany when they can. We went to Saarbrucken, a town just over the border of France.
After shopping for a little while (I got a fabulous purple scarf for the rough winter ahead) we headed to a typical German restaurant, where of course they brew their own beer. Because it was the feast of St. Martin, I ordered turkey with potato dumplings and apple cabbage.
Afterwards we headed to a local art museum. Never before had I realized what amazing German artists there are (since living in southern France, home of Cezanne, Matisse, Picasso, I have been more concentrated on les francais). We checked out the main exhibition, and then on a jeté un œil at the main exhibit, on Karl Schmidt-Rottluff. His work was vibrant and colorful, just like the images I was used to seeing in the south. In fact, he was one of the pioneers of German expressionism. Who knew?
Finally, before we headed home, we took the 4 heure. We walked into the bakery, and the smell of sweet pastry was overwhelming. I got a dense creamy apple cake to go with my coffee, and we sat in the booths and watched the crowded restaurant as people rushed in to escape the cold.
Soon, the dream was over, and we were in the car going back to Verdun. Merci à P et sa famille pour cette très belle visite!